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light wind and dreams
Title: light wind and dreams
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs, Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Atsushi, Atsushi
Pairing(s): Atsushi/Atsushi(/Atsushi)
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,925
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Atsushi meets Atsushi, and also Atsushi.
Notes: Because the only thing better than selfcest is selfcest OT3s. Thanks Veth!
It’s not that Atsushi recognizes the man when they pass each other on the street. It’s not that his weird style of dress is what stops him, either, although the white tiger boa does strike him as strange and he doesn’t know many people who dye their hair blue. It’s not anything that he can put a name to, except maybe a familiarity that runs deeper than memory.
Either way, he stops and turns to look at the man, at the same time as the man turns to face him.
There’s an awkward silence for about three seconds.
“I’m sorry-” he starts, at the same time as the other says, “Excuse me-”
They both laugh with a tinge of nervousness. Atsushi starts again. “I’m sorry, have we met before?”
“I don’t see how we could have,” says the other man. “But I feel as if we have, somehow.”
“What’s your name?” Atsushi asks.
He gives a polite smile. “I’m Nakajima Atsushi. Pleased to meet you.”
There’s another three second awkward silence.
“...But I’m Nakajima Atsushi,” Atsushi says, finally.
“Are you?” the other Atsushi asks, eyes going wide behind his glasses. “...Oh dear. Would you like to talk about this over coffee instead of in the middle of the street?”
Atsushi nods without thinking twice.
They find the nearest coffee shop, and once they’ve settled down with two cups, the other Atsushi - Nakajima, Atsushi decides to call him - speaks up. “First, how likely are you to believe me if I say that I’m not precisely a normal human being?”
Atsushi thinks of his own ability. Then he thinks of the story Dazai told about that Guild user who was much, much further from human. “Pretty likely.”
“Ah, that’s good. It makes this part much easier.” Nakajima folds his hands together. “Right now I’m technically a spirit of a dead man that was summoned to perform a task. I passed away back in the forties.”
That makes as much sense as anything else. He’ll accept that for now. “...I guess I could have had an ancestor with my name, it’s not like I know anything about my family, but…” Atsushi squints. “We really don’t look anything alike, Nakajima-san.”
“I know.” Nakajima sighs. “Maybe it’s something to do with reincarnation? Although, I’m not sure if that’s possible with someone who’s still a spirit...”
“It seems a little weird,” Atsushi says. He takes a drink of coffee, then asks, “What were you summoned to do, exactly?”
“Oh - it’s complicated, but essentially someone’s destroying literature on a widespread scale as well as people’s memories of them. Someone with a particular ability has been summoning authors in order to try to prevent that. And, well, I’m a relatively well-known author in Japan.” Nakajima gives a shy smile. “I’m nothing compared to some of the more famous writers, but I do my best.”
It does sound bizarre. But Atsushi has no real reason to doubt him, except… “I’ve never heard of an author with my name before.”
“That might be the result of my works disappearing,” says Nakajima. “If we can restore them, I’ll lend you a copy of my novel, Atsushi-kun.”
“I’d like that!” Atsushi suddenly remembers what time it is, and stands up. “Ah - I have to go, but it was nice meeting you, Nakajima-san.”
“Likewise,” says Nakajima. “Please take care.”
It’s only after he’s out the door and halfway to his destination that he realizes neither of them have any way to contact each other.
The next encounter is completely by accident.
Atsushi is dispatched to take care of a minor incident where someone with a lightning-based ability is sparking up a market and being loud and threatening - it might not even come to violence, but with ability users involved, the police would really rather have other ability users handle it, and Atsushi doesn’t blame them.
It has come to violence by the time he actually gets there. Lightning is flying everywhere, but the ability user’s opponent seems to be taking that in stride, even armed only with a sword-
-wait, isn’t that-
“Nakajima-san?” Atsushi calls, and the man turns his head toward him, though not enough to take his eyes off his enemy. Atsushi hadn’t been sure at first - his glasses are off, his hair is pushed back, and his curses sound nothing like the Nakajima he talked to in the coffee shop, but it still has to be Nakajima.
“We’ll talk later,” says Nakajima, voice low. He swings his sword with practiced ease, and the ability user groans in pain. “Don’t get in my way.”
Atsushi nods, focusing his strength.
Two against one is unfair, even if Nakajima doesn’t seem to be an ability user himself. Atsushi knocks the troublemaker out when he refuses to surrender, and dials the police to come pick him up.
While he waits for them, he speaks to Nakajima. “Um… What happened, exactly?”
Nakajima tsks. “He picked a fight, so I gave him one.”
“No, I mean - to you, Nakajima-san,” says Atsushi. There’s something very weird about the way Nakajima’s carrying himself and the arrogant way he speaks.
“I have no idea who you are,” says Nakajima, “so you must have met the other one. Wait a moment.” He picks up his glasses off a nearby stall and puts them back on his face.
When he turns around to look at Atsushi, his eyes have gone softer again. He fixes his hair until it’s back the way it was when they met, more or less. “Ah - I’m sorry, Atsushi-kun. He did something irresponsible again, didn’t he…”
“...You have a split personality?” Atsushi asks. Nakajima nods. “...and you’re fine with that?”
“There isn’t much I can do about it,” says Nakajima. “He usually only takes control to fight, so I don’t have to worry the rest of the time.”
Atsushi rubs his forehead. “As… as long as that’s okay with you, I guess it’s not my business…” It’s still completely weird.
They at least remember to exchange phone numbers this time before departing.
Nakajima tells him stories over coffee.
He tells him stories about his own life - about the time he spent in Micronesia, about his works, about his contemporaries in writing. Some of the names Atsushi recognizes, some of them he doesn’t. The names he does know never seem to match up with the people they’re attached to, although some bits and pieces seem familiar.
He tells him stories about his current ‘life’ as well - the sorts of antics one encounters when putting a great number of dead authors with strong personalities in the same place. He speaks fondly of all of them, even when recounting the most ridiculous stories or how much trouble they cause.
In exchange, Atsushi tells him about the agency, more about the members themselves rather than about their missions. Nakajima listens intently, occasionally giving commentary but always paying attention.
It’s nice to be paid attention to. Atsushi finds himself looking forward to their meetings more and more.
(Naomi teases him once about his ‘dates’ - he hasn’t told the other agency members much of anything, it’s too weird, but he has mentioned meeting someone - and he turns a bright shade of red and forgets how words work for a few seconds.)
One day, he meets Nakajima for coffee and it’s the other Nakajima sitting there. Even without him opening his mouth, the hair pushed back and the lack of glasses hiding sharp eyes would be enough to tell Atsushi that it’s him.
“Nakajima-...san.” Atsushi’s not sure what he’s supposed to call him. “I-I didn’t realize you’d be here.”
“I didn’t tell you,” says Nakajima. “Sit down.”
So Atsushi sits, coffee cup in hand.
“My other half likes you,” says Nakajima, bluntly. Atsushi’s glad he wasn’t drinking at that moment. “It’s obvious to everyone. But he won’t do anything about it because he’s weak-hearted and terrified of rejection.”
“Oh,” says Atsushi. He’s pretty sure he’s pink in the face. “Um. So you decided to tell me yourself?”
“Better than waiting for him to do it.” Nakajima takes a sip of coffee. “This is good. I’ll have to take over more often.”
Atsushi feels like he’ll need to apologize to the normal Nakajima the next time he sees him.
“So? What do you think of him?” Nakajima asks.
Atsushi swallows. “I - well, I - I’d like to tell that to him instead, if that’s okay?”
“Hmmph. Fine.”
Nakajima finds his glasses and puts them back on. Almost immediately, his expression turns confused. “Atsushi-kun? What did - he wasn’t cruel to you, was he?”
“No, no, he wasn’t,” says Atsushi quickly. His expression must have been particularly nervous. “He… he just confessed to me for you.”
Now it’s Nakajima’s turn to go bright red before he hides his face in his hands. Atsushi can make out a muffled, “Oh nooooo.”
“It’s alright, Nakajima-san,” says Atsushi. He swallows. “I… actually, I like you too.”
Nakajima peeks out from behind his fingers. “Really?”
“Really.”
So they date, and they do sweet couple-y things. They go to the movies and to dinner, they picnic, they do things like that.
Atsushi still isn’t sure how weird it is that he’s doing these things with someone who has his name and who might be a different version of him somehow, but Nakajima has the cutest laugh and the gentlest smile, and that makes him not want to think about it too much.
They take their time. Nakajima says he probably won’t be done with his work for a while - Atsushi doesn’t think about how he’ll… stop being summoned after that, either.
They take their time, because there’s no rush, but one evening Atsushi waits for Nakajima and finds himself joined by the other Nakajima instead.
“Uh - hello.” He’s never really thought about whether he’s dating both of them or not. “Did you want to see the movie?”
“You are,” Nakajima says, “two of the most aggravatingly shy people I know.”
That’s not really an answer or even clearly related to what he said, so Atsushi just waits for him to explain himself.
“You’ve been dating for months and you haven’t done anything more intimate than hold hands. He keeps waiting for the perfect moment, and there never will be a ‘perfect’ moment, and you’re both going to die as virgins. So.” Nakajima pulls Atsushi closer by the shoulders - Atsushi, startled, doesn’t resist.
Atsushi knows what’s going to happen about a second before Nakajima does it. He could pull away, or shove Nakajima off, if he wanted to.
He doesn’t. Nakajima leans in and kisses him firmly on the lips.
It’s fairly chaste, all things considered, and only lasts a couple seconds. Nakajima pulls back and looks satisfied with himself.
Atsushi thinks his blush might be intense enough to actually light up his face and the surrounding area. He tries to think of something to say, and comes up with a mumbled, “...That was nice.”
“It was,” says Nakajima. “We should do that again.”
He leans in, but Atsushi stops him with a raised hand. “The other you will want a turn,” he says, and is proud of how his voice only wavers a little.
“Tch. Fine.” Nakajima lets go of him. “In exchange, take me to see that movie you were talking about. I’ve heard it’s good.”
Now Atsushi definitely knows he’s dating two people, both of whom might possibly be him. If there’s any way for this situation to get stranger, he doesn’t want to hear about it.
Just because it’s strange doesn’t mean he minds.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs, Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Atsushi, Atsushi
Pairing(s): Atsushi/Atsushi(/Atsushi)
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,925
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Atsushi meets Atsushi, and also Atsushi.
Notes: Because the only thing better than selfcest is selfcest OT3s. Thanks Veth!
It’s not that Atsushi recognizes the man when they pass each other on the street. It’s not that his weird style of dress is what stops him, either, although the white tiger boa does strike him as strange and he doesn’t know many people who dye their hair blue. It’s not anything that he can put a name to, except maybe a familiarity that runs deeper than memory.
Either way, he stops and turns to look at the man, at the same time as the man turns to face him.
There’s an awkward silence for about three seconds.
“I’m sorry-” he starts, at the same time as the other says, “Excuse me-”
They both laugh with a tinge of nervousness. Atsushi starts again. “I’m sorry, have we met before?”
“I don’t see how we could have,” says the other man. “But I feel as if we have, somehow.”
“What’s your name?” Atsushi asks.
He gives a polite smile. “I’m Nakajima Atsushi. Pleased to meet you.”
There’s another three second awkward silence.
“...But I’m Nakajima Atsushi,” Atsushi says, finally.
“Are you?” the other Atsushi asks, eyes going wide behind his glasses. “...Oh dear. Would you like to talk about this over coffee instead of in the middle of the street?”
Atsushi nods without thinking twice.
They find the nearest coffee shop, and once they’ve settled down with two cups, the other Atsushi - Nakajima, Atsushi decides to call him - speaks up. “First, how likely are you to believe me if I say that I’m not precisely a normal human being?”
Atsushi thinks of his own ability. Then he thinks of the story Dazai told about that Guild user who was much, much further from human. “Pretty likely.”
“Ah, that’s good. It makes this part much easier.” Nakajima folds his hands together. “Right now I’m technically a spirit of a dead man that was summoned to perform a task. I passed away back in the forties.”
That makes as much sense as anything else. He’ll accept that for now. “...I guess I could have had an ancestor with my name, it’s not like I know anything about my family, but…” Atsushi squints. “We really don’t look anything alike, Nakajima-san.”
“I know.” Nakajima sighs. “Maybe it’s something to do with reincarnation? Although, I’m not sure if that’s possible with someone who’s still a spirit...”
“It seems a little weird,” Atsushi says. He takes a drink of coffee, then asks, “What were you summoned to do, exactly?”
“Oh - it’s complicated, but essentially someone’s destroying literature on a widespread scale as well as people’s memories of them. Someone with a particular ability has been summoning authors in order to try to prevent that. And, well, I’m a relatively well-known author in Japan.” Nakajima gives a shy smile. “I’m nothing compared to some of the more famous writers, but I do my best.”
It does sound bizarre. But Atsushi has no real reason to doubt him, except… “I’ve never heard of an author with my name before.”
“That might be the result of my works disappearing,” says Nakajima. “If we can restore them, I’ll lend you a copy of my novel, Atsushi-kun.”
“I’d like that!” Atsushi suddenly remembers what time it is, and stands up. “Ah - I have to go, but it was nice meeting you, Nakajima-san.”
“Likewise,” says Nakajima. “Please take care.”
It’s only after he’s out the door and halfway to his destination that he realizes neither of them have any way to contact each other.
The next encounter is completely by accident.
Atsushi is dispatched to take care of a minor incident where someone with a lightning-based ability is sparking up a market and being loud and threatening - it might not even come to violence, but with ability users involved, the police would really rather have other ability users handle it, and Atsushi doesn’t blame them.
It has come to violence by the time he actually gets there. Lightning is flying everywhere, but the ability user’s opponent seems to be taking that in stride, even armed only with a sword-
-wait, isn’t that-
“Nakajima-san?” Atsushi calls, and the man turns his head toward him, though not enough to take his eyes off his enemy. Atsushi hadn’t been sure at first - his glasses are off, his hair is pushed back, and his curses sound nothing like the Nakajima he talked to in the coffee shop, but it still has to be Nakajima.
“We’ll talk later,” says Nakajima, voice low. He swings his sword with practiced ease, and the ability user groans in pain. “Don’t get in my way.”
Atsushi nods, focusing his strength.
Two against one is unfair, even if Nakajima doesn’t seem to be an ability user himself. Atsushi knocks the troublemaker out when he refuses to surrender, and dials the police to come pick him up.
While he waits for them, he speaks to Nakajima. “Um… What happened, exactly?”
Nakajima tsks. “He picked a fight, so I gave him one.”
“No, I mean - to you, Nakajima-san,” says Atsushi. There’s something very weird about the way Nakajima’s carrying himself and the arrogant way he speaks.
“I have no idea who you are,” says Nakajima, “so you must have met the other one. Wait a moment.” He picks up his glasses off a nearby stall and puts them back on his face.
When he turns around to look at Atsushi, his eyes have gone softer again. He fixes his hair until it’s back the way it was when they met, more or less. “Ah - I’m sorry, Atsushi-kun. He did something irresponsible again, didn’t he…”
“...You have a split personality?” Atsushi asks. Nakajima nods. “...and you’re fine with that?”
“There isn’t much I can do about it,” says Nakajima. “He usually only takes control to fight, so I don’t have to worry the rest of the time.”
Atsushi rubs his forehead. “As… as long as that’s okay with you, I guess it’s not my business…” It’s still completely weird.
They at least remember to exchange phone numbers this time before departing.
Nakajima tells him stories over coffee.
He tells him stories about his own life - about the time he spent in Micronesia, about his works, about his contemporaries in writing. Some of the names Atsushi recognizes, some of them he doesn’t. The names he does know never seem to match up with the people they’re attached to, although some bits and pieces seem familiar.
He tells him stories about his current ‘life’ as well - the sorts of antics one encounters when putting a great number of dead authors with strong personalities in the same place. He speaks fondly of all of them, even when recounting the most ridiculous stories or how much trouble they cause.
In exchange, Atsushi tells him about the agency, more about the members themselves rather than about their missions. Nakajima listens intently, occasionally giving commentary but always paying attention.
It’s nice to be paid attention to. Atsushi finds himself looking forward to their meetings more and more.
(Naomi teases him once about his ‘dates’ - he hasn’t told the other agency members much of anything, it’s too weird, but he has mentioned meeting someone - and he turns a bright shade of red and forgets how words work for a few seconds.)
One day, he meets Nakajima for coffee and it’s the other Nakajima sitting there. Even without him opening his mouth, the hair pushed back and the lack of glasses hiding sharp eyes would be enough to tell Atsushi that it’s him.
“Nakajima-...san.” Atsushi’s not sure what he’s supposed to call him. “I-I didn’t realize you’d be here.”
“I didn’t tell you,” says Nakajima. “Sit down.”
So Atsushi sits, coffee cup in hand.
“My other half likes you,” says Nakajima, bluntly. Atsushi’s glad he wasn’t drinking at that moment. “It’s obvious to everyone. But he won’t do anything about it because he’s weak-hearted and terrified of rejection.”
“Oh,” says Atsushi. He’s pretty sure he’s pink in the face. “Um. So you decided to tell me yourself?”
“Better than waiting for him to do it.” Nakajima takes a sip of coffee. “This is good. I’ll have to take over more often.”
Atsushi feels like he’ll need to apologize to the normal Nakajima the next time he sees him.
“So? What do you think of him?” Nakajima asks.
Atsushi swallows. “I - well, I - I’d like to tell that to him instead, if that’s okay?”
“Hmmph. Fine.”
Nakajima finds his glasses and puts them back on. Almost immediately, his expression turns confused. “Atsushi-kun? What did - he wasn’t cruel to you, was he?”
“No, no, he wasn’t,” says Atsushi quickly. His expression must have been particularly nervous. “He… he just confessed to me for you.”
Now it’s Nakajima’s turn to go bright red before he hides his face in his hands. Atsushi can make out a muffled, “Oh nooooo.”
“It’s alright, Nakajima-san,” says Atsushi. He swallows. “I… actually, I like you too.”
Nakajima peeks out from behind his fingers. “Really?”
“Really.”
So they date, and they do sweet couple-y things. They go to the movies and to dinner, they picnic, they do things like that.
Atsushi still isn’t sure how weird it is that he’s doing these things with someone who has his name and who might be a different version of him somehow, but Nakajima has the cutest laugh and the gentlest smile, and that makes him not want to think about it too much.
They take their time. Nakajima says he probably won’t be done with his work for a while - Atsushi doesn’t think about how he’ll… stop being summoned after that, either.
They take their time, because there’s no rush, but one evening Atsushi waits for Nakajima and finds himself joined by the other Nakajima instead.
“Uh - hello.” He’s never really thought about whether he’s dating both of them or not. “Did you want to see the movie?”
“You are,” Nakajima says, “two of the most aggravatingly shy people I know.”
That’s not really an answer or even clearly related to what he said, so Atsushi just waits for him to explain himself.
“You’ve been dating for months and you haven’t done anything more intimate than hold hands. He keeps waiting for the perfect moment, and there never will be a ‘perfect’ moment, and you’re both going to die as virgins. So.” Nakajima pulls Atsushi closer by the shoulders - Atsushi, startled, doesn’t resist.
Atsushi knows what’s going to happen about a second before Nakajima does it. He could pull away, or shove Nakajima off, if he wanted to.
He doesn’t. Nakajima leans in and kisses him firmly on the lips.
It’s fairly chaste, all things considered, and only lasts a couple seconds. Nakajima pulls back and looks satisfied with himself.
Atsushi thinks his blush might be intense enough to actually light up his face and the surrounding area. He tries to think of something to say, and comes up with a mumbled, “...That was nice.”
“It was,” says Nakajima. “We should do that again.”
He leans in, but Atsushi stops him with a raised hand. “The other you will want a turn,” he says, and is proud of how his voice only wavers a little.
“Tch. Fine.” Nakajima lets go of him. “In exchange, take me to see that movie you were talking about. I’ve heard it’s good.”
Now Atsushi definitely knows he’s dating two people, both of whom might possibly be him. If there’s any way for this situation to get stranger, he doesn’t want to hear about it.
Just because it’s strange doesn’t mean he minds.